Pañuelos

Y de pronto, después de todo esto, lo único que se escucha en mi cabeza es ese hermoso tema traído del pasado. Que curioso, ¿no? no era lo que me esperaba para este momento.

Soledad Acompañada.

Y luego ella pensó "¿cuál es el puto punto de todo esto?".

Big issue. (Stop using that word, you're making me crazy. (altight, alright.))

ISSUE ISSUE ISSUE ISSUE ISSUE ISSUE ISSUE ISSUE !!!

Ok, fine. Whatever.

"Issues"

Sometimes I still think that what I wrote on april of 2012 had a lot of sense... Things should have stayed that way forever. Maybe by now I would be somewhere else, or someone else.

Dunno. Life is full of surprises, and some of them are not quite what we like. I'm a lier, a big one... I think that's one of the things that I learned from him. He was a perfect lier, you could never tell whether he was acting or meaning it, and maybe that way of living just stayed in me. (?) Ok, I don't know, but the thing is that when I think about these "issues" and let my imagination flow... I find out that I've become a fucking chicken because of one boy.

Man, it sucks. I used to be a bit more into risks.

Lier lier... Spring doesn't EVER keep her promises. Neither do I, so... What the hell.